Last night I attended a potluck.  Though to be honest, it was less pot and more luck…or maybe that’s what you get for being the only vegetarian among a sausage-philic crowd of omnivores.  Alas, sometimes a girl just has to fill up on beer.

The fun thing about last night’s potluck–apart from the guacamole, fresh corn on the cob, the American beers, the chatter of my favorite people–was bringing my new camera.  Did I mention my sausage-philic friends are also shutterphiles?  My new lensbaby was a real crowd-pleaser and the result was a bunch of sticky (and mildly intoxicated) fingers on my new Nikon–picture me saying, “okay, Andrew?  Andrew.  Strap around the neck,” over and over again.  And a series of unexpectedly lovely portraits of my friends, taken by my friends, which I discovered this morning.

alistair

john and thara

Nate

claire

justin

nathan

andrew

and me.

ah summer:

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